Ghost's stories

Gilbert’s fame as a cookie artist spread far beyond the neighbourhood. One day, a letter arrived at the old house. It was from the International Ghost Society. “Dear Gilbert,” it read, “we invite you to join the World Festival of Spooky Creativity in Paris. Your talent deserves a global stage!” Mia jumped with joy. “Paris, Gilbert! We’re going to Paris!” Gilbert floated in circles, excited but a little nervous. “But… how will I travel? I can’t buy a plane ticket, and I’ve never been further than the garden!” Luckily, the Ghost Society had a solution...

After becoming friends with Mia and her family, Gilbert’s life changed for the better. He no longer felt lonely — now he had people who appreciated his cookie art. Every evening was like a little celebration: Mia would bake something new, and Gilbert would create amazing designs. One day, Mia had an idea. “Gilbert,” she said, “we should have a cookie art contest! We can invite the whole neighbourhood and show everyone your talent.” Gilbert’s translucent face lit up with excitement. “A contest? For real? That sounds wonderful!” They started preparing right away...

In an old, slightly crooked house on Maple Street lived a ghost named Gilbert. Unlike other ghosts, Gilbert wasn’t scary at all. He didn’t rattle chains, howl at night, or scare people with cold breath on their necks. No, Gilbert had a different passion: he loved cookies. Every night, when the family in the house went to bed, Gilbert would float into the kitchen. He couldn’t actually eat the cookies — being a ghost had its downsides — but he loved to arrange them in funny patterns: smiley faces, little castles, and even a cookie dinosaur once...